Dears, Well, I’ve done it. I’ve done the thing I tried so hard not to do. All that shopping for linens pants, long-sleeve shirts and ankle-length jersey skirts. I was poised to be sheltered, respectful and graceful in Abu Dhabi. I even got a beach coverup for the British Club, where a certain lady struts about…

Dears, I woke up feeling like I live here. Maybe that’s because our furniture came yesterday, so I cooked spaghetti for dinner and we sat at OUR dinning room table to eat. Or maybe it’s because life is reaching a comfortable cruising altitude. I think, hope, we now have a regular morning driver–at least until I can…

Dears, I’ve had a wound on my chin since my father died two-and-a-half years ago. I’ve had one in my heart, too, as to be expected, but the chin issue was perplexing. The problem developed the day before Beau’s funeral when I went to a nail salon to get beautified before the service. But the story actually begins…